The four horn had not moved from the back of the water creature.
It stood there while the one horns and two horns came ashore and the knights around Noah were still processing what they were looking at, and it stood there with the patience of something that had done this before on other shores in other places and had no particular urgency about this one.
Noah looked at it and felt something cold settle behind his sternum that had nothing to do with the night air.
'Four horns,' he thought. 'In my timeline, a four horn killed three million people in a single day. Not over a week, not across a campaign. One day. And that was against awakened humans with beast gear and system abilities and decades of accumulated knowledge about what Harbingers were and how they operated.'
